Visionary Woman has the ability to see between the worlds. Visionary Woman is an inventor of possibilities. She is not governed by reason and rule, but by a sense within herself that there is something she is called to do – and indeed must do. The Visionary Woman, refers to a way of being, a space held within all women where seeing what is possible, has more power than our limitations.
Today you wanted to talk about “the economy”. How the economy affected my art and work. You told me you felt horrible and scared and mad. My desire to reach out and hug you was all I could think of. I found that optimism felt false, but that doomsday was also untrue I felt a desire to share possibility with you but no words sounded right. I realized I hadn’t found my language yet for what was defined as “a recession”.
The good news is that we are waking up.
The bad news is that the alarm went off a while ago.
The good news is that it is not too late.
The bad news is that we have to act fast.
The good news is that we actually know what to do.
Who Are We Going to Be?
I have a strange notion to embrace our economy. A mystical sense that to navigate these changes with grace will require deep love, not regret or blame. While at every turn, fear is present with the “what if’s” it has always used to leverage itself into our lives. Each day, I face fear with paintbrush and pen in hand and kindly reply, “I have no need of your stories, but, thank you for reminding me.” To choose not to submit, when fear, regret, blame, shame and other not-so-kind frequencies have been laced into the air by the unseen hands of doom sayers – well, it takes courage.
This is my feminism.
That I might think the thoughts which I would like to think.
Free from the frames of thinking which I have taken on.
Conscious or unconscious.
I befriended the friendless and the outcasts, I shared fashion magazines with the gay kids wearing Armani at 14 in a redneck town named Boonville, I made friends with the group home kids, dated the Mexicans and encouraged the geeks to run for student office because they were the smartest. I listened to the Dead Kennedies and Sweet Home Alabama, I watched A Clockwork Orange, Honeysuckle Rose and Helen Caldicott. I had posters of Willie Nelson and Prince and Jesus on my walls. And I admit, a Matt Dillon. I saw Mary Daly as a tiny child, and I loved Dolly Parton.
I shopped at second hand stores and got vintage clothes when it was decidedly not cool. I rode a skateboard and carried my teddy bear that I have had from birth in my backpack with his head sticking out – he wore a white bone carved Buddha on a black leather string, his name was Girton.
I have been making art for 15 years now. There is a substance behind what I am doing – my mission. My actual inspiration. My big dream. I used to talk about it more way back when I called myself a radical feminist. Time softens our fire, but does not put it out. It keeps growing if it is your true fire. Your reason for living fire.